Once upon a time before children, I had a social life and carried a purse, instead of a diaper bag. I went to movies . . . and stayed awake for the whole entire show! I went white water rafting and rock climbing. (With no fear of dying and leaving my children alone on Earth.) I went to cities and stayed in hostiles and cheap hotels, without consideration or care about bed bugs, or whether the room was non-smoking. One particular trip to Chicago with girlfriends, we attended dinner at an upscale, sophisticated restaurant. My friends ordered dishes with names I could hardly pronounce and I ordered the chicken tenders. (With a glass of red wine, of course, because I’m classy like that!) Continue reading
“Pot Pie!” he shouted with enthusiasm.
Seriously, what two year old actually asks for pot pie? My husband and I had a good laugh about it, and then celebrated Colin’s birth by eating birthday pot pie and cake.
Chicken pot pie has been Colin’s favorite food since then. I really can’t blame him. The sweet sizzling onions mingling with homemade pie dough turning golden in the oven smells like home. Continue reading